I Hate You

Chapter 20

// DANS POV//

     I went into school three days later, not being able to face Phil the last two. I really hate myself for doing what I did. I can't look Isabella straight in the eye anymore. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. I HATE MYSELF.

      Isabella sat smug in her seat in homeroom, happy and merry-go-lucky. What the fuck. Why..?

Phil looked sad, and awkward.

during lunch, I went to the bathroom, messy eyed. In there, was Martin..

     " Hey.. You're that little douche that broke up with my brother." He said, pushing my shoulder.

     " Why the fuck would you do that? I've been out a while, not being able to see you when you were staying there, and the moment I come home my little brother is balling on the couch because you broke up with him. What the fuck man?" He said. I stayed silent, I couldn't tell him about Isabella.

     " Okay. Fine. Play that way. You're going to regret this. Real bad." he said and exited the bathroom.

The next day, and the next and the next, were all completely awful. being tortured by Martin, and everybody for making Phil sad. I know I fucked up. I missed him. Today I tried not to go near Martin at all. But it didn't work at the end of the day.

     He brought a whole group with him of seniors, and they all came stomping towards me as soon as  I left the building.

     " So this is the boy that broke Philly's heart? " One asked, as I stopped and turned around to get a look at them. They were all so tall, and muscular, and scary.

    " That there is him?"

     " Yep." Martin replied.

     " What do you guys want.." I said, shakily.

     " Come 'ere " One said, and they started to pace towards me. I started to walk the other way, and a backpack was flung at my back, throwing me to the ground.

     " Did that hurt? oops. didn't mean to HURT you like that." One said.

     " Yanno, like you hurt Phil." Martin said.

     They walked towards me, and each threw kicks and punches and slaps and hair pulling, all as I sat there helpless. 

     " STOP!! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!!!" A familiar voice screamed at the top of their lungs.

     They all stopped, looking over to the voice, I stayed there, shaking, crying on the floor.

     " Why the hell would you do this?" The voice asked, suddenly very close to me.

     "Phil, we was gonna get 'em ourselves we got this." One of the seniors said. The voice was Phil. Why would he save me? I broke his heart..

    He picked up my arms, and helped me up, and there was a pool pf blood where y nose was lying, and bruises on my lip, and eye, and arms, and everywhere.

     " Guys... you didn't have to-"

     " Phil, let him go, leave him. He's better off here."Martin said.

    " Yeah Phillypoo. Let's go!" Isabella suddenly said from next to Phil.

     " Don't call me that." He said sternly and helped me into his car.

     He gave me a silent ride home, and  I cried all of that day too.

    And the next.

     Life without Phil.. maybe it just wasn't worth it..

// OOOOOOOOOO SUSPENSE ALSO THIS IS A FILLER CHAPTER SO NFKNDGKNFLKGNKLD HOW DO YOU GUISE LIKE IT O FAR IM SO SORRY IM NOT DEAD//